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Jean was going to meet some of his friends in a restaurant. His wife asked, a little worried: -Jean, when will you come back home? JS said: -How could I know? I'm not a seer, but a composer. Someone at this board knows what composition of Sibelius I love most. I should get somewhere, to some place, for example a hospital. But I cannot get there alone. I have no strength. I hope my fate will not be similar to those of Sibelius or Churchill. Alcoholics who saw their 90th birthday. That would be too bad! The black dog. ![]() |